it’s all smiles, even if you watch the end of a joy division documentary and are saddened. the word should be ensaddened. or emsaddened. the internet is the worst invention for someone who spends his life writing about lost connections and people you know or used to know but don’t anymore. it’s way too easy to spend every waking hour trolling for people you don’t talk to anymore. i’m quitting that.
here’s two things, one’s a mandolin thing, and the other’s a keyboard-you-buy-at-walgreens-for-an-ok-price-and-is-bad-but-okay thing:
these sound really good listening to them over a year later. good ideas from a time when i thought i was out of them. who can you trust? not yourself in cases like this.
i should add, from the last post, that you should probably not even worry about why a band is called what it is. well, that i shouldn’t worry about it.
i need to start working today. i’ll let you know if i do, or if i stay in bed all day.
hey, i deserve a good break every now and then. okay, break done. get out of bed. feel good (you do, there are good people who make good feeling. go write a song about them).
i am talking to myself. SEE YOU STARSIDE!
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